Bang! Oink! Oink! Silence.
“Hurrah!” cried Joe. “Killed him dead as a doornail. Now to get his——”
He stopped suddenly as he caught sight of something that froze him with horror. Not fifty feet down the path rushed a drove of peccaries numbering at least twenty.
CHAPTER XVII
Terrible Peccaries
“RUN!” cried Bob in tones of mortal terror.
He tore down the path at full speed, closely followed by Joe, who was panting furiously.
The youths had a start of less than fifty feet, but how long they could keep in the lead they well knew, for hardly any creature, large or small, could elude the tireless chase of peccaries.
They dared not glance back for fear of stumbling, but feared that the wild pigs were gaining rapidly.